A dark christmas is coming to town |
It is going to be a dark christmas Yes the ligts are glowing in the tree, The fire is burning with its beautiful colores of orange, red and yellow The candles are flickering And the entrence to my house is decorated by shiny lights I am surrounded by light Everywere Still it is going to be a dark christmas For the first time in my life we wount bee making chrismas cookies For the first time in my life we wound sit and sing chrismas carols, as we are playing cards For the first time in my life I am watching our annual hanball games on tv alone For the first time I will not have you by my side when we are shopping for christmas gifts Because this chrismas You will not be here You left - so quietly, gracefull and satisfied With all that you ave acchieved in your life You were ready to let go And thankful that your time had come But I was not ready And I never will bee You were my rock The one person in my life who Truely understood me You were always there for me Nomather what, where or when I could always come to you In you warm and cozy livingroom Sitting in your rocking-cair Knitting or embroding A new pair of wool sock A new tabel cloth Dinner was always ready The smell of fresh made desserts in the kitchen It could be anyting Always doing something Not for you self, but for others The warm livingrooom was not just warm because the fire was burning But it was your heart A tierd, long lived heart that made your living room and house warm I have been told to; "move on" "it is the circle of life" "she was ready" "remember the good things" "she wanted to rest" "it was her time to go" "stop beeing selfish" "she had a long hard but good life, so let her go" But I cant ! I want you back Back at home In your rocking chair With open arms meeting me A good love filled hug An kiss on the cheec And a pout on my nose A lap to put my head on when I was sad A hand to hold A laughter when we were joking The sound you made when getting the perfect card as we played "fivehundred" The sparkle in your eyes The half crooked smile The stories from the old days The "goodnight songs" It is never easy saying "goodbye" And when it is your rock in life leaving It is the hardest thing to do You asked me before you left; "Can I leave?" "Will I meet those I have lost again?" "Have I done right by those I know and met in my life?" I answerd you truthfully "Yes, you will meet everybody again" "Yes, you have only done good by others" "Fly my Angel, fly home - and give them my greetings and love" "Yes, you can let go" You smiled to me I bended over to give you a pout on your nose And a kiss on your chin As I have done all my life And you kissed me on my chin Gave me a pout on my nose They said you were "gone" and did not understand anything Your mind had already left It was just your warm beating heart that was left But I knew you were there Following, and paying attention Because when I made a pout to you You did the same for me And you looked me in the eyes And made that same sound you always did When you gave me a pout on my nose And a kiss on my chin Then a wink with your right eye I knew you were still there Looking, hearing, feeling, knowing But afther that pout And that kiss They saw I was right Then just under a hour later You closed your eyes And fell asleep So even thought lights are shining everywhere Christmas carols are playing Cristmas cookies are beeing baked And the smell fills the air And the wool socks warms my feet It is going to be A dark christmas A dark chistmas Is coming to town this year |